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Broken, bleeding, spent, bent old men, twist tales and Build a city of lies upon a bed of nails, somewhere they Make the young believe that life is good, and kind yet, Really we're just waiting for...
Right, everyone. You all must read these books!!. They are amazing.
(just an idea) Part 1 *^*^*^* "Come on Crescent... We'll be late!" calls Sam from the dark, dingy kitchen. I sit at the small mirror looking deep into my reflection.
So I have several on-the-go stories at any one moment in time. I will list them along with a short summery so you can see what - if any - you'll be interested in.
He thought they were going to leave without noticing him, when suddenly it struck him. If he could smell them, their wolves would definitely be able to smell him too.
I apologize beforehand if this story seems a little preachy; I've been reading a lot of Ayn Rand lately and it might be rubbing off.
I have often thought On silver-mist hazed days, Punctuated by the soft beat of the rain on the glass: What would I whisper to you Huddled close under a collapsed wall, and Clutching you tight,...
Anarchy brought about by a fascist regime. Poverty in the streets living in a rich man's wet dream. Working to pay expenses of a corporate few. Conquering the working man and blaming the brew.
Walk up shiny silver streets, You're bristling with the ease you meet, You're walking with the days that you have broken.
She was dragged through the doors, her dagger still lying on the floor. There were men, all in navy uniforms, roaming the corridors and walking into cells.
I was the girl everyone wanted to be I kept saying to my reflection. I sucked in my stomach and ran my fingers through my hair one more time. Outside my partner beeped his car horn.
This is the day that all of us hoped would never come, The day we plotted, schemed and planned so hard to avoid.
It was war. Every day, they would sit in cold metal capsules, cramped in like mice in a cage. At their specified time, the door would unlock, and it would be their turn to fight.
Not 'if', but when I become prime minister, things are going to change. This countries lost its identity, but this I plan to change. I want to bring the Empire back, this countries become a bore.
Theirs no such thing as real it’s just evolution. Underneath your toupee your still deluded from the real pollution. Genocide to the real race in gas chambers, that’s a Hitler solution.
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Her emaciated face loomed into view and he drew in a deep breath. She was as pale as a magnolia petal, dark shadows beneath her eyes.
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Part 6 *~*~*~*~* (Sorry it's so long. But I like this chapter!) We both froze still together. I slowly broke away from Peeta and looking into his eyes, it was like a signal I guess.
It's a new world. Life as you know it has crashed and burned. Ever since the new laws came in. A new continent assembled when they won WWW3.
Part 3 •.•.•.•.•.•.• We walked to the edge of the forest and I took my bow from Peeta in case of any sudden attacks.
~ I don't know what to call this story, so at the moment it's going to be called 'Delicate'. If anyone reading this has any other title ideas please comment them they would be very much appreciated.
Let me know what you think I was walking through the streets of my small village. I hears screams and roars. 'Problably teenagers,' I thought. then i saw smoke. Fire. Then someone jumps on my back.
Tapping playin , being plays , by Machines, moving to soulless creations , no hope , no life , an ever waking death , of all things expansive , fear runs our show , not one stands amongst the...